Zhang fengsun

Zhang fengsun

Zhang fengsun was an official and poet in Qing Dynasty. Huating (now Shanghai) people, a Qingpu (now Shanghai) people, the word Shaoyi, No. Xipu. In 1766, he learned Shao Wu's family, promoted Yunnan's grain store road, and selected Sichuan's Yongning road. Later, he became a doctor in the criminal department. His poems were elegant and elegant, and he also wrote parallel prose.

[thank you for your visit to Xizhuang, Jiantang town

】Jiangnan in June to see mining Ling, lotus clothing snow wrist light radial with. Jin Fan Jing smoke into the fall, covered with wind dew cold Ling Jing. With the sound of a song, the toad's soul is on, and the purple stems and green leaves lead the red rope. Ten years later, when I went to my hometown, my old dream soared. Zhigu travel food and long summer, thirst is not resistant to inflammation and steaming. The owner of Shuixi was humiliated and asked, and fifty Jun baskets were born. the fragrance shines on people's eyes, and Xi Nu's tentacles worry about frost. Crane stay xianding parrot claws thin, a curved West shadow Xiang wave Ling. the rose gently breaks the Narcissus pendant, the jade skin reflects the curling ice. Wu Nong was so overjoyed that he collected all his friends and friends. the ancient porcelain comes out with a banquet, and the cool wind sweeps the flies. Cangzhou method brews hundreds of Dendrobium, lingchi, so it also has the same characteristics. They forget their tracks and stay in the Yan soil, but they feel the dust disappear. Li Shiyan said that Li Shiyan, Li Shiyan, Li Shiyan, Li Shiyan, Li Shiyan, Li Shiyan, Li Shiyan, Li Shiyan. this product is left alone in Yanshui. It's like a fisherman fleeing from Yanling. At the end of the world, there is a bosom friend, who will take a boat for thousands of miles. The solitary roots are near the champs, and the white apples are hidden in the clear streams. Fangxian is only for the poets, but the price of it should not be increased. When you look forward to it, you will feel the old knowledge and appreciate the flavor. Willing to take the towel to sit on the wind sill, Jiao Hong Wan Cui Wai thousand layers. Wu's language is soft, and Zhang Huadeng's life is more vivid. When the wine is drunk and the ink is splashed into Wu's proverb, when the worm is ten feet in spring, the vine is withered.

Chinese PinYin : Zhang Feng Sun